Blue Lake

As you will remember, I spent the week at Camp Tamarack.

So, The Bigs spent the week sitting on the couch eating bon bons. Not quite, but they did eat lots of things they knew I would hate. For example, sauteed greens and fried eggs on wild rice pancakes,

or white miso ramen.

They also went to a restaurant that does NOT allow MINORS and ate all kinds of things I would have liked.

Mussels:

short ribs with bone marrow:

and scallops.

Apparently, it was delicious. Don’t they look happy?

While they were tempted to continue a life of eating at minors-not-allowed restaurants, The Bigs did pick me up on Friday. They were quite worried I would be the only child ever to not enjoy Camp Tamarack. I was not.

It was 100 F, so after pick up we hiked to a lake for a swim. For the entire hike I told The Bigs about camp in painstaking detail. If asked directly, I pretend I did not enjoy myself (it might be because The Mother suggested boarding school – it is in Vermont so I could see my grandparents all the time:) ) but it was clear from my descriptions I loved every minute. In fact, I even told The Bigs I only wrote them one letter while at camp because I was homesick for a day or two but after that I was having too much fun to write them. Plus, the things I got to eat. Stuff The Bigs would NEVER let me have. Chicken fingers. Corn dogs (gross). Oh yes, I loved camp.

The hike was to Blue Lake. It was much longer than expected. There was some whining. It was not me. It was not Dad. Blue Lake was, in fact, very blue. Like Crater Lake.

The Grandmothers would not have approved of the hike down, but it was worth it, the swimming was great, and we were the ONLY people at the entire lake!

It is NOT cooling down. The forecast for Saturday was 103 F. It hit 102 F. So, we went paddle boarding on Elk Lake.

Then we hit the Yacht Club for dinner.

There was a new food truck. Bread and Bunny. It gets 5 stars. I had a Philly cheese steak (without onions, The Bigs did not disown me, but considered it).

The Mother had a reuben. Do you know they offered it with the choice of Thousand Island dressing or MUSTARD. She went with Thousand Island, of course. The guy behind her, who was from Brooklyn, did the same. Who gets mustard on a reuben?

Dad got the steak sando.

Now we are off for a roadtrip to celebrate Dad’s 50th. Hopefully, exciting pictures to follow.